Quicksand
The darkness in my life has returned like
night
Everything is all wrong; nothing seems
right
Everywhere I look and everywhere I
go
I feel pain inside 'cause that's all I
know
There is no one here to help me
out
Because everything they say is filled with
doubt
Sometimes they listen; sometimes they
don't
Sometimes they help; most times they
won't
I wish I had someone that would
understand
Who could save my life 'cause it's in
quicksand
It's sinking very slow until it's out of
sight
And it will sink even faster if I struggle or
fight
Are you that person who will
understand?
Will you reach out with a helping
hand?
Will you save me from the
quicksand?
I hope so, because I'm sinking real
slow
Copyright ©1998 by Joshua Sutton
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